Edit= Now I've got a copy of Enemies Within I was considering a Mutant as an alt. But the chances of getting my eagle winged duel pistol wilder are slim to say the least (5d10 on the mutations table and wings are 50-54).

Bonuses and miscFaith in the Creed: Whenever a shrine world character spends a Fate point, he rolls 1d10. On a result of 1, the character’s total number of Fate points is not reduced.

Never Quit: An Outcast character counts his Toughness bonus as two higher for purposes of determining Fatigue.

Move and Shoot: Once per round, after performing a Move action, a Desperado character may perform a single Standard Attack with a Pistol weapon he is currently wielding as a Free Action.

XP Received: 1000XP Spent: 600

XP Expenditures

Resistance (Psychic Powers) (300 XP)Marksman (300 XP)

Backstory:'I was honored to grow up where Saint Congressa was laid to rest. I was honored to pray in the most humble of her shrines. I was honored to join the Fifth Martyrs Division. I was honored to brave the horrors of void travel for my people. I thought I would even have to leave the girl I loved, Urrica, who I had prayed with quietly under the care of the clerics and priests. She never seemed to notice me, but...I would propose our union in the eyes of the God Emperor one day.

However, I was honored to go into battle with her. I was honored to be charged by the God Emperor to win a battle for our planet AND to protect this woman in battle. She would realize my love one day.

I was not prepared for the world known to our Division as 'a forest where the heretics came to die'. It was the most horrifying thing I could imagine. A place where witches ran around without the Emperor's sanctioneers control and, worse, they had planned to invade our world.

We were slaughtered. They were ready for us. Ground mounted cannons spat lead skyward, and I can tell you truly that I only survived by the grace of the God Emperor and the skill of our pilot. I managed to drag Urrica from the ship and to keep her alive in the the firefight.

It took a lot of faith for me to survive what came next.

We were rescued by one of the local militias fighting the heretics in the confusion. They were a rag tag bunch who looked to be little more than civilians who had cobbled together privately owned arms. They wore trophies from their kills, some wearing fingers and one even had an eye that was starting to rot. Only one other from my squad yet lived at that point. Urrica. She was badly injured despite the best efforts of those they called 'sawbones' and it was all I could do to pray with her, to try to keep her strong, as I recovered from my own injuries.

The day I had recovered, the day I promised that I would win this fight so we could go home together...she shot herself. I remember the smell of brain burning, the look in her eyes as they filled with blood.

God Emperor preserve me. I'll never forget Urrica. Not until the day I drop dead, and I'll send every last one of those damned traitors on to the God Emperor's judgment for her.

I buried her las pistol with her.'

Alaric took up fighting for the militias then, knowing that he would be counted amongst the lost and all efforts to return to his unit would be wasted if the heretics were not beaten.

He assisted officers in strategy meetings, in training troops, and running protection details for specialists on operations. He learned to be quick on the draw, good at laying ambushes, and how to steel his mind against the intrusion of heretics. He was known as Ghalib amongst the locals after a famed Warlord in their histories and, though he did not take trophies, he claimed many heads.

He gladly assisted off-worlders who claimed to work for the Inquisition when they, with likely only hours to spare, stopped the Psyker Rebellion and put the last of them down. How could he refuse when they told him they would overlook his desertion as long as he worked for the Inquisition?

'Truth be told, just for a second, I thought about telling her no so she'd put a bullet through my head and be done with it. But the God Emperor's grace shined through her, and I knew that Urrica would want me to keep going...'

Bonuses Teeming Masses in Metal Mountains - A hive world character ignores crowds for purposes of movement, treating them as open terrain. When in enclosed spaces, he also gains a +20 bonus to Navigate (Surface) tests.

The Face of the Law - An Arbitrator can re-roll any Intimidation and Interrogation test, and can substitute his Willpower bonus for his degrees of success on these tests.

Sure Kill - In addition to the normal uses of Fate points, when an Assassin successfully hits with an attack, he may spend a Fate point to inflict additional damage equal to his degrees of success on theattack roll on the first hit the attack inflicts.

I was born on Fenksworld, a Hive World by Imperial reckoning. I was raised to revere the Emperor and respect those who represented him among the Hive. The Arbites and on occasion, the Astartes, should they ever make an appearance. Life was hard but good.

Then one day one of the Astartes appeared in our home with my younger brother in tow. Evidently, the Astartes had caught my brother fighting and had taken a shine to him. They took him to begin the process of becoming one of them. I would have too, except the Marine said I was too old to safely begin the process but he gave a recommendation that I be put into the Adeptus Arbites academy. Three days later I began that journey. I graduated second in my class, but only by the barest of margins. I had heard that there had been an Emperor blessed argument about who should have been Valedictorian, but numbers didn't lie and Nicodemus 'Beowulf' Trenton beat me by what I later learned was a .03 percent margin.

The first three years of service were the usual for any Arbites. Long hours, damnable shifts, and the shit work no one else wanted to do. But then I stumbled onto something that changed my life, that in hindsight I should have simply handled myself. Beowulf, as we called him, had a predilection for the ladies and a penchant for the by-the-seat-of-your-pants plans, He was a bit of an arrogant ass, but never had I thought him capable of becoming a Chaos Cultist. I'd come over to his home intent on asking him to cover a shift for me, since my sister was to be married later that week but I was scheduled to work, despite my request for appropriate leave.

The door to his abode was cracked open, and I felt that hair tingling instinct that something was wrong. Calling it in, I slipped in, my duty maul at the ready. What I saw left it's mark on me. Nicodemus Trenton knelt over a body with it's rib cage spread open, blood running from his lips as he chewed on what I could only assume was a body organ as he inscribed the Mark of Chaos on his body.

He attacked before I could even ask what the hell was going on. I now know where the difference in our scores came from. I was the better combatant by the smallest of margins and it was that margin that saved me from being stuck by the sacrificial dagger Nicodemus was using. We fought until I slammed his head into the plascrete flooring until unconsciousness claimed him.

Reinforcements arrived and the rest is all in reports. Soon an Inquisitor arrived and interrogated me at length before deeming me clean of the taint of Chaos. The next day, Nicodemus escaped mere hours before dawn. No one knows how he managed it. One minute he was in his cell, the next he was gone without a trace. The pict-recordings are clear as day that no one let him free.

But I wouldn't learn that until the next day until after.....

A new voice is heard on the recording: “Please continue, Officer. Nothing you say here is unknown to us but we record it only for Ordos records.”

The original voice picks back up, a crack in his otherwise steady voice. ”Until the massacre at my sister's wedding. He appeared out of nowhere behind the Altar to the Emperor and spewed some rhetoric about the End Times and how the Corpse Emperor could no longer protect us from the True Gods. Then all manner of hell broke loose as.... things.... appeared and started killing everyone they could get their claws into. My mother was the first to die.

I managed to avoid being killed only because I attacked the Heretic. At that point as far as I was concerned, Nicodemus Trenton was dead. The thing wearing his corpse just needed to be put down. We struggled there in front of the altar for what felt an eternity until the statue of the Emperor fell over breaking into bits. He managed to get free and he uttered some filth that I didn't understand and Emperor's Truth, I never do. Green flames lashed out at me, but I was safeguarded as the Emperor seemed to reach out and shield me by having his statue roll back over onto me.

It shattered into dozens of pieces but the sword he carried broke off nearly whole. Nicodemus moved to see that I was dead, moving rubbled out of the way allowing me to impale him through the throat with the stone sword. The creatures, these daemons, they all seemed to scream then vanish like smoke in the wind.

I was taken to the Medicae for the treatment of my wounds. Once more I was investigated and interrogated by the Inquisitor and deemed free of corruption. She turned to leave and I grabbed her coat with a bloody hand and demanded to learn how to do what she did. To Hunt the Heretic and the Xenos. She only smiled and left.

Before I knew it, I was shuttled offworld to become what I am now. And Adept of the Inquisition.”

Right! Got invited into this game and I guess I'm the last one, so here we go. those important things like background, personality and appearance to be tossed up shortly

Cathari AlaskelHomeworld: Feral WorldBackground: Adeptus Astra TelepathicaRole: MysticDivination: A mind without purpose wanders in dark places - When gaining Mental Disorders, the character may choose to gain a new Disorder instead of increasing the severity of an existing Disorder.

Personality: Cathari is entirely too cheerful for an abhuman witch acolyte. At least one of those things should have dampened her spirit, be it the legions of demons who want a snack, or the dealing with the darker and more warped side of humanity, or the constant prejudice from baseline humans. One has to wonder what kind of death world she was picked up on that being drafted to the Inquisitorial meat grinder is a vast improvement, but she thoroughly enjoys her work and her role.

Bonuses:The Old Ways - In the hands of a feral world character, any Low-Tech weapon loses the Primitive quality (if it had it) and gains the Proven (3) quality.The Constant Threat - When Cathari or an ally within 10 meters triggers psychic phenomenon, she can increase or decrease the result by her WP bonus.